England x Reader

Awkward...

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Arthur lay on the floor being hugged to death by a blonde haired man who looked very similar to Arthur but was wearing glasses and had a cowlick on the top of his head. He was laughing and shouting (with an American accent) "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH DUDE!" while Arthur was struggling and muttering breathlessly "Can't....Breathe!" Standing on the porch were two other men, one with shoulder-length blonde hair, the other with slightly shorter, pale blonde hair. The man with longer hair was laughing (albeit strangely) at Arthur on the floor while the other was whispering something about 'calming down' but it was barely audible.

The long-haired man suddenly looked over at me and smiled brightly, sauntering over and pulling a rose out of his sleeve. His long blue coat flapped gently as he walked and a flirtatious smile crawled onto his handsome face. "Ohonhonhonhonhon~ What 'ave we 'ere? Arthur, jou did not tell us you 'ad such lovely company with jou today, ohonhonhon~ What is jour name, mon cher [1]?" He handed the rose to me and I blushed at how forward he was. "Uh, my name's [Name]." I smiled nervously, glancing at Arthur who was still trying to get up. "Ohonhonhonhon~ What a beautiful name for such a beautiful mademoiselle [2]. Je m'appelle Francis," He said, taking my hand, about to kiss it. Arthur slapped his hand away and stood in between the two of us. I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't think I could've taken much more of Francis' advances. "PISS OFF YOU BLOODY W*NKER!" Arthur shouted furiously, his face red with rage. I was taken aback by his sudden outburst; I had never seen him lose his temper before. Francis chuckled. "'ow lovely it is to see you again, Black Sheep of Europe," He sneered mockingly, knowing he'd get some sort of a reaction from the man in front of him. I grasped Arthur's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. He gritted his teeth and then looked back at me, an irked expression on his face. I smiled reassuringly at him. "Would you mind introducing me please, Arthur?" I said. I had to stop the conflict somehow. He seemed to understand me and breathed deeply in and out to compose himself. "Right, where are my manners? You've already met Francis so we can skip him..." Francis gasped as if he'd been shot through the heart, stepping back in shock as Arthur continued. "The man over there is Mathew...And this dimwit," He pointed to the American, "Is my brother, Alfred." He spoke with a slightly irritated tone. 'Ah, so this is the famous American.' I stretched out my hand to Alfred. "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, smiling warmly, expecting a simple hand-shake in return. How wrong I was. He grabbed my hand, squeezing it firmly and shook my entire arm up and down whilst shouting "IT MUST BE AWESOME FOR YOU TO FINALLY MEET THE HERO OF THIS STORY! YOU'RE HOT BY THE WAY, DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!?" He let go of my now crippled hand, expecting me to reply straight away. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU ASK SUCH A BLOODY RIDICULOUS QUESTION?!" Arthur stepped in again and began arguing with Alfred. I massaged my shoulder and arm, feeling as though it had been dislocated, then went to introduce myself to Mathew. "Hi, I'm [Name]." I smiled but only waved this time, just in case the same thing happened again. He smiled shyly at me and waved back. "I-I'm M-Mathew. Oh, y-yeah, you already knew that, d-didn't you?" He blushed in embarrassment and began apologising.